Millheim Journal. (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, November 29, 1883, Image 1

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By bitter pilgrimage he sought to win
Thoee far dim towers that he would roam
Through paths of peril, loud with dying
Down chasms of failure, white with human
Past brakes of treachery, whence the tiger
O'er swamps of envy, where the scorpion
His eager feet pressed onward to attain
The luring bourn of that desired domain.
And there at last, worn fugitive of fate,
He clutched the mighty clarion at the gate,
A moment more, and while its proud peaj
The towers would rock, the portals would un"
But then, even then, by tome foredoom pro
He dropped dead ere his lips had waked one
Edgar Fauxtit, in Harper's Magazine.
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A Sailor's Turn of How He Attended to
111* BuMnes*.
I had just returned from one of the
periodical wild-goose chases after
wealth that occurred here so often in
the early times. It is needless to say
that 1 had not made my fortune. Like
most of the miners, 1 had come back
"'broke." I was looking around for
something to do, when I found an
opportunity to go as second mate of
the bark What Cheer, bound for
Honolulu. 1 accepted the chance
gladly; 1 was longing for a voyage in
blue water, and, bidding farewell to
San Francisco, we were soon bowling
along upon our voyage. We had a few
passengers, most of them traveling to
the islands in search of health; one of
them, a Captain Hudson, of Marys
ville, was going after his wife and
daughter, who had made the trip six
or eight months before for the benefit
of Mrs. Hudson's health. The voyage
and change had so improved her that
she now felt well, but so homesick that
she was anxious to get back to Marys
ville. Captain Hudson was an old salt
who had been a long time ashore, so he
was glad of this opportunity to make a
trip with his old friend, the captain of
the bark, and intended to return with
us. He was a jovial old fellow, and
the best "yarn-spinner" I ever heard.
The voyage was a pleasant one, and it
did not seem long before we sighted
the island of Oahu, and entered the
harbor of Honolulu.
The Hawaiian capital was then a
very lively port; whaleships were re
pairing and fitting for the Arctic fish
ing grounds; others were loading with
oil for the long voyage " 'round the
Horn," home, and two men-o'-war—
English and American - were lying in
the outer harbor. While we were in
port the American officers gave a ball
on board ship, to which I received an
invitation. The main or spar-deck was
cleared, the guns run out, and an awn
ing housed the entire deck, which was
handsomely trimmed with flags of all
nations, and lighted by battle-lights
and Chinese lanterns; the deck was
scrubbed as white as wood can be made,
and waxed to perfection; the band
played on the forecastle, and altogether
it was as complete and handsome a
ball-room as one would wish to see.
There were a few American and
English ladies present, but most of the
fair ones were native girls, who would
rather dance than eat at any time.
The dusky king, with his aids and
members of the cabinet, all in uniform,
the American and English officers in
gold lace and brass buttons, made a
most brilliant picture. Captain Hud
son was one of the guests, and intro
duced me to his daughter. I asked her
to dance, but she declined. Evidently
the mate of a merchantman stood no
show among so many brass buttons.
I contented myself with the native
belles. We did not leave the ship until
daylight, and to this day I have pleas,
ant memories of that most delightful
Our stay in port was very brief, and
the flag was soon hoisted announcing to
all wanting passage that the time had
arrived to come on board. Before long
we parted with our pilot, and as we
left the violet island slowly sinking in
the west, I said to myself that when I
had made my fortune that land should
be my home. Youthful visions!
They are gone. I have grown older—
I hope wiser—and the island is not my
On the homeward trip we had twelve
passengers—Captain Hudson, wife and
daughter, and the wives of two
missionaries going home to the Eastern
states on a visit and to regain color.
I found that all foreigners bleached out
to a dead white, and had no color at all
after living a few years at the islands.
Miss Hudson was the only young
woman on board, and I naturally
thought she would affect my company,
as I have been told many times I was
good looking, and always thought
the ill ill lie un Journal.
DEININTJER & BUMUjLER, Editors and Proprietorr
those who told me so extremely sensl
ble people. 1 was rather a dandy offi
cer then, and quite as conceited as
young men generally are. Consequent
ly I expected to make an impression on
Miss Hudson's heart, and looked for
ward to having her charming company
in my watches on deck. Alas! 1 was
sadly disappointed; she hardly deigned
to treat me civilly.
Tho cabin of our bark was flush with
the main deck, running to within a few
feet of the main-mast, having state
rooms on each side, tho centre being
the saloon or dining room, with a long
skylight for light and air. The top of
the cabin was the quarter or poop-deck,
and around this house on deck we had
no bulwarks or rail; instead, there were
some iron stanchions a few feet apart,
with a chain running around two
sides and across the after part, as a
life-guard. This cabin had been built
after tho bark came to this coast, in
order to give more cargo room and
better passenger accommodations.
Several times when Miss Hudson was
on deck she had sat down on the chain
and swung herself to and fro, holding
on by her hands. I thought it so dan
gerous that one day I spoke to her
about it.
"Pardon me. Miss Hudson," said I,
"but if you are not careful you will fall
overboard some day. That is too risky
an amusement, for the vessel may give
a lurch at any time and throw you off
your balance."
All the thanks 1 got for my warning
was this cutting speech;
"You will oblige me, sir. if you will
attend to your business, and I will at
tend to mine."
The young woman resumed her
swinging and I resumed my pacing on
deck. As I turned away, 1 vowed in
wardly never to trouble her any more
with my good advice, but to put a
stopper on my jaw-tackle.
A few days after this, I had taken
my watch at twelve o'clock, when all
were taking dinner except the watch
on deck. We were sailing along on a
free wind with all the weather stud
sails set, making six knots. I was
passing fore and aft the deck, listening
to the yarns being spun a* the dinner
table; the skylight had been off for
days, and I could hear everything said
at the table. Miss Hudson, having fin
ished her dinner, came up on deck and
went aft. Liking her usual place on the
chain near the man at the wheel.
Every time I went aft I looked into
the binnacle to see if the wheelsman
kept the ship up on her course. Once,
as I turned at the break of the deck to
go aft, I looked toward where Miss
Hudson was sitting. There had been
a change. A pair of symmetrical fem
inine boots were pointing toward the
zenith. A somewhat disheveled femi
nine head was pointing toward nadir.
Miss Hudson had executed a neat
somersault backwards over the chain.
Running past the skylight, I shouted
to our captain: "Miss Hudson has
fallen overboard!" then, throwing off
my coat, hat and slippers, I cut the
life-preserver loose abaft the rudder
head. I told the man at the wheel to
put the helm hard down and let the
bark come up to the wind so they
could throw her aback and stop her
steerage way. In much less time then
it takes to write all these particulars, I
had jumped overboard, and was swim
ming toward the struggling girl. In
her fall she had turned a complete
somersault, striking the water with her
feet; her skirts and dress had formed
a bag such as little girls make when
they whirl themselves round and
round and then suddenly crouch down
in the infantile amusement called
"making cheeses." In the same way
the air under the girl's skirts had so
buoyed her up and protected her that
her head and shoulders were not at all
wet. As I swam up close to her, she
tried to throw her arms around my
neck, but I backed off and told her 1
was not used to being so familiar with
ladies I was not acquainted with.
She tried it again, and then I could not
resist the temptation to retort for the
speech of a few days before.
"Listen to me," said I. "The air is
escaping from under your skirts, and
you are gradually going down. If you
continue to struggle and attempt to
grasp me, I will leave you and let you
sink. All you have to do is to keep
still. All 1 have to do is to swim up
behind you, and put this life-preserver
under your arms. Attend to your
business, and I will attend to mine."
Whether it was that she really re
gained her presence of mind, or that
her self-possession came from anger at
my unfair retort, I never knevi. j
had said it for that reason, however.
She ceased struggling, and I soon hail
the life-preserver over her head. I
kept one hand on it, and swam with
the other arm, thus keeping us both
up. As we rose to the crest of the
waves we could see the boat lowered
and started toward us, and in a few
moments we were lifted into it, and,
returning to the bark, ran in under
the falls, and were hoisted safely on
board, only a little wet.
Well, by the hearty hug Mrs. Hud
son gave me, I didn't consider her
much of an invalid. We all became
very good friends before the end of the
voyage, which was a remarkably
pleasant one, as fro.n tho time we
sheeted home our topsails and mast
headed them at Honolulu, we never
disturbed thorn until we furled them
in the harbor at San Francisco.
Miss Hudson and myself did uot
marrv each other—this story doesn't
end in that way. When we arrived in
San Francisco, the lirst person who
came on board from the Merchants
Exchange news boat, o!T Meigs'
wharf, was Miss Hudson's "inter led,'
a young merchant at Marysville, and
a few days after 1 acted as best man at
a wedding that took plaee in the old
Bethel Ship church on Davis street, be
tween Clay anil Washington. There
Father Taylor spliced William Harding
and Mary 11 u Ison. 1 was presented
with a handsome specimen, a shield of
virgin gold, given me by Mr. Harding
as a memento, which I l<>d when shije
wrecked on the brig X• rt li Rend a few
years after. There is an old story of a
young man who, when he was lirst
married, thought his wife so sweet he
could have eaten her, and six months
afterward wished he had. Remember
ing this, 1 have sometimes wondered
whether Harding would have given
me a larger specimen had I not desert
ed my post to carry a life-preserver tc
his sweetheart, and in lieu thereof ab
tended to my business.
How "Uncle Tom's Cabin" Came to be
John J. Jewett, the original publish
er of "Uncle Tom's Cabin," said :
"Professor Stowe was in favor of
selling the manuscript for a sum. I'll
tell my wife,' said he to me, 'that if
she can get a good black silk dress or
fifty dollars in money for the story she
had better take it.' "
"Do you believe that you could have
bought the story for SSO ? "
"1 believe that I could have bought
it for $25.
"So large were the orders for the
book that from the day I first began to
print it the eight presses never stopped
for six months, day or night, and even
then there were complaints that the
volume did not appear fast enough. In
a little while I was able to inform the
Professor and Mrs. Stowe their per
centage already amounted t<> SIO,OOO,
and although my contract with them
required me to give a note only, 1
would pay them that sum in cash."
"llow did they receive the informa
"They seemed a little dazed by the
news. The sum was so vastly beyond
anything they expected or had hither
to possessed, that it appeared to them
like a great fortune. When they called
at my office 1 handed Professor Stowe
my check for SIO,OOO, payable to bis
order. Neither the Professor nor Mrs.
Stowe had ever before received a check
they told me, and they did not know
what to do with it or how to get the
money represented. I explained to the
professor that he must indorse the
check and present it for payment. 1
advised him to deposit the money in
the same bank. We went thither to
gether. 1 introduced him to the pres
ident and the professor opened an ac
count. After instructing him how tc
keep his check book, and so on, and
cautioning him and his wife never to
go about with more than five dollars
in their pockets, I bade them good day,
and they wont on their way rejoicing.
When 1 gave them a second check for
SIO,OOO, I found they needed no fur
ther instructions."
"How many copies of 'Uncle Tom
did you publish?"
"More than 350,000 sets of two vol
umes each were published the first
year. After thai the demand fell off."
Jay Gould's Library.
Jay Gould's library is one of tht
most remarkable things about that re
markable man. Not only does it con
tain all the standard classical works ol
history, science, finance, fiction and po
etry, says the writer, but in certain
glass cases, well guarded with strong
wire net work outside, tomes of im
mense value and great age, and many
an inditio princeps which would delight
the heart of a bibliophile. This room
is the one holy of holies of the mil
lionaire, the mysterious chamber which
Bluebeard forbade even the wife ol
his bosom to enter. No person except
Mr. Gould is allowed to touch his pre
cious books, even his factotum, Moros
ini, avoiding that dangerous ground
With all his business cares, Mr. Gould
is a close student, and singularly wet
versed in general literature. A well
known New York lawyer once said ol
him that he was the best authority or
the law of corporations In the United
Fho cunningest tiling that a babj oan do
I* to play for the very flmt time, I'eek-a-bool
It will hide ita little pink face in ita handa,
Ihen orow, and ahow that it undoratanda
What Nurse and Mamma, and Papa too.
Mean when they hide and ory, "Peek a-b ol"
Oh, what a wonderful thing it ia,
When they find that baby oan play like thia!
And they every one listen, and think R true
lhat the baby'a gurgle mcana Peek a-boo!
1 wonder il any one ever knew
A baby who never played Peek-a-booT
'Ti9 old as the world ia. I believe
Cain siw taught It by Mother Eve.
For Cain was an innocent babe once, too,
And 1 am sure he played Peek-a-boo.
And the whole world lull ot the children ol
Have all of them playod that game aince then.
And while the aun ahines and the akiea are
Rabies will always play Peek-a-boo.
—Ella Wheeler, in Young People.
A Pleaatnff Incident.
"Sitting in a station the other day,
I had a little sermon preached in the
way 1 like; and I'll report it for your
benefit, because it taught one of the
lessons which we all should learn, and
taught it in siu-h a natural, simple way
that no one could forget it.
"It was a bleak, snowy day; the
train was late; the ladies' room dark
and smoky, and the dozen women, old
and young, who sat waiting impatient
ly, all looked cross, low-spirited or
stupid. I felt all three; and thought,
as I looked around, that my fellow
beings were a very unamiable, uninter
esting set.
"Just then a forlorn old woman,
shaking with palsy, came in with n
basket of wares and went about mute
ly offering them to the sitters. No
body bought anything, anil the poor
old soul stood blinking at the door a
minute, as if reluctant to go out into
the bitter storm again. She turned
presently, and poked about the room,
as if trying to find something; and
then a pale lady in black, who lay as
if asleep on a sofa, opened her eyes, and
saw the old woman, and instantly
asked, in a kind tone, 'Have you lost
anything, ma'am?"
" 'No, dear, I'm looking for the heat
in' place to have a warm 'fore 1 goes
out again. My eyes is poor, and 1
don't seem to find the furnace no
•"Here it is,' and the lady led her
to the steam radiator, placed a chair
and showed her how to warm her feet.
" 'Well, now, ain't that nice!' said
the old woman, spreading her ragged
mittens to dry. 'Thanky, dear, this is
proper comfortable, ain't it? I'm al
most frozen to-day, being lame and
wimbly; and net selling much makes
me down-hearted.'
" 'The lady smiled, went to the
counter, bought a cup of tea and some
sort of fooil, carried it herself to the
old woman, and said, as respectfully
and kindly as if the poor woman had
been dressed in silk and fur: "Won't
you have a cup of tea? It's very
comforting a day like this.'
•"Sakes alive! do they give tea at
this depot?' cried the old lady, in a
tone of innocent surprise that made a
smile go round the room, touching
the glummest face like a streak of
sunshine. 'Well, now, this is jest
lovely,' added the old lady, sipping
away with a relish. 'This does warm
the cockles of my heart!'
"While she refreshed herself, telling
her story meanwhile, the lady looked
over the poor little wares in tho bas
ket, bought soap and pins, shoe strings
and tape, and cheered the old soul by
paving well for them.
"As I watched her doing this, 1
thought what a sweet face she had,
though 1 had considered her rather
plain before. I felt dreadfully ashamed
of myself that I had grimly shaken
my head when the basket was offered
to me, .and as I saw the look of inter
est, sympathy and kindness com' 1 into
the dismal fa es all around me, I did
wish that I was the magician to call i f ,
out. It was only a kind word and a
friendly act, but somehow it bright
ened that dingy room wonderfully. It
changed the faces of a dozen women,
and I think it touched a dozen
hearts, for I saw many eyes follow the
plain, pale lady, with sudden respect;
and when the old woman got up to go,
several persons beckoned to liof and
bought something, as if they wanted
to repair their first negligence.— Louisa
M. Alcott.
W. W. Willoughby, of Allen County,
Ga., cut a board tree which gave six
teen three-foot cuts and made 3409
boards, leaving considerable rail-tim
ber to the trees. In the tree Was a
wood-worm that entered at the bottom,
making its way on up. In each cut
they found where the worm had win
tered, and in the sixteenth cut they
found the worm still alive, with sixteen
wrinkles or. him, showing that he was
sixteen years old.
1 Fisnwrrii A WEAPON.
Power of (he Rword-PlaH In He Aturki
011 Vdifli Illustrated In Nome lie
marknble Pases.
In 1871 the little yacht Red not, of
New Bedford, Mass., engaged insword
flsliing, was struck by one of these
fishes so effectually as to sink her.
She was ultimately hauled up and af
terward used by Prof. I laird in the ser
vice of the Fish Commission. A Glou
cester schooner, the Wyoming, on her
way to George's Banks, in 1875, was
struck at night by a sword-fish, the
sword penetrating the hull to a dis
tance of two feet. The shock was dis
tinctly felt by the captain. The fish
finally broke away, leaving Its weapon,
that If It had pulled out would have
undoubtedly sunk the vessel. As it
was, she leaked badly.
J. F. Harwood, master of the Brit
ish brigantine Fortunate, reported an
instance similar to this. While on his
passage from the Rio Grande, this ship
was struck by a large fish, which made
the vessel shake very much. Think
ing the ship had been merely struck by
the tail of some sea monster, he took
no further notice of the matter; but,
after discharging the cargo at Run
corn and coming into tho Canada half
tide-dock, he found one of the plank
enils in the stern split, and, on closer
examination, he discovered that a
sword-fish had <1 riven his sword com
pletely through the plank, four inches
in thickness, leaving the point of the
sword nearly eight inches through the
plank. The fish in its struggle broke
the sword off level with the outside of
the vessel, and by its attack upon the
ship lost nearly a foot length of the
very dangerous weapon with which it
is armed. There is no doubt that this
somewhat singular occurrence took
place when the vessel was struck, as
Captain Harwood described.
A sword-fish weighing over four hun
dred pounds struck t>lo iMiitig boat of
Captain D. D. Thurlow. while he was
hauling a mackerel seine, off Fire Is
land, and came near sinking her. The
captain made several half-hitches
around the weapon and the fish was
secured, and sent to Fulton Market.
The sword was nearly four feet long.
A few years ago the brig P. M. Tinker
was hauled up at the Norfolk ship
yard for repairs, and upon examina
tion it was found that the leak was
caused by a sword-fish, the sword being
found broken off, forward the bands,
about sixteen feet abaft the fore-foot.
The fish, in striking the vessel, must
have come with great force, as tho
sword penetrated the copper sheathing,
a four-inch birch plank, and through
the timbers about six inches—in all
about ten inches. It occurred in the
morning when the ship was eighteen
days out from Rio, and in the neigh
borhood of Cape St. Roque. She was
pumped about four o'clock In the
morning, and found free of water. At
six o'clock the same morning she was
again pumped, when water was ol>-
tained, and, on examination, it was
found that she had made ten inches of
water. The men were kept steady at
the pumps until her arrival at Rich
mond, and while there and on her trip
to Norfolk.
Captain Dyer, of New Bedford, had
a curious experience some years ago.
He struck a sword-fish from a thirty
foot boat forty miles south-west of Xo
man'9 Land, threw overboard the keg,
tacked and stood by to the windward
of it. When nearly abreast of it the
man at the mast-head called out;
"Why; here he is, right alongside."
The fish was then about ten feet from
the boat anil swimming in the same
direction, but when he got where he
could see the splash of water around
the how he turned and struck the boat
about two feet from the stern and just
below the water-line. The sword went
through the planking, which was of
cedar an inch and three-quarters thick,
into a lot of loose iron ballast, break
ing off short at the fish's head. A
number of boats, large and small, have
been "stove" by sword-fish on our
coast, but always after the fish had
been struck.
The power of these fishes is incon
ceivable. In the planking of the ship
Leopard a sword was found that had
pierced the sheathing one inch, .then
through a three-inch plank, and be
yond that three anil a half inches into
the hard oak timber. The men at work
estimated that it would take to drive an
iron spike a similar distance nine heavy
blows from a twenty-five pound ham
In an examination of the ship For
tune, a sword was found that had been
driven through the copper sheath
ing, a board under-sheathing, a three
inch plank of hard wood, then through
a solid white-oak timber twelve inches
thick, then through another two and a
half-inch hard oak ceiling, and finally
through the head of an oil barrel,
where it stopped, not allowing a drop
of oil to escape. A solid shot could
aardly have done much greater dam
age. A good example of Umber dam-
Terms, SIOO Per Year In Advance.
aged In this way can be seen In the
museum of the Philadelphia Academy
of Sciences.
lie Snvee m Friend By Hie Very Bvmelv*
Several weeks ago a party of revenue
men stopped at the rude house of an
Arkansas "squatter." He saw at a
glance who they were, and when they
called to him, he limped out to the
"How do you do, sir?" said the com
mander of the squad.
"Putty well, thank yer. Won't yer
light an' hitch?"
"No, we are in something of a hurry.
What is good land worth?"
"I dunno."
"That's singular."
"It mout be ter some folks, but it
ain't ter me. Say thar, Jim" turning
to his son, "drive the sow outen the
house, for she mout turn over the
sugar truflf an' spill the young 'un."
"Do you know a man in this neigh
borhood named Bob Blakemore?"
"Is he got a sort o' moon eye on one
side an' a sort o' rainy day eye on
"That's the man, I believe."
"Sorter walks like he didn't kere
whar he was gwine, do he?"
"Yes, from what I know of him he
"Sorter whines when he talks, like he
was a longin' fur suthin' he ain't got?"
"lie's the man, 1 have no doubt."
• Wars a par o' shoes what was made
by Josh Simmons, with one heel thiser
way an' tuther thater way," making
signs with his hands.
"That's the individual. Where can
I find him?"
"Well, ef yer know him as well as I
do yer oughter know whar to find him."
"When did you see him last?"
"Don't riceolleck the last time as
well as Ido the fust The fust time 1
ever seed him we fit. We fit till his
wife she come, an' then till my wife
she come, then we all fit. Airter
awhile we got mixed up, an' my wife
she fit me an' his wife she fit him,
"Well, we don't care anything about
that. I'd like to know where we can
find him, as we can doubtless strike a
"Yas, but lemme tell yer. Say, Jim,
did yer drive out the sow?"
"Yas, pap."
"Did lie spill the young 'un."
"No. pap."
"Look here, my friend."
"Don't know as I'm yer friend, but
I'm er lookin' thar."
"We want to find Bob Blakemore."
"111 tell you how ter find him ef
that's wliut yer want. See that hog
path ?"
"Wall, take that path till ver come
ter the deer-lick. Bob's a mighty
hunter an' yer air mighty likely ter
find him thar."
"Suppose he isn't there?"
"Then I ken tell yer 'zactly where he
"Summers else. Say, Jim, is the sort
all right?"
"Yes, pap."
"Look here—"
"Lookin' thar agin."
"We want to go into the house."
"Sartinly, come in," and the party
dismounted and entered. After look
ing around, and seeing nothing but a
bed, a kettle, a sugar-trough cradle and
a baby, they went away. After they
had been gone awhile, a blanket in one
corner of tho room moved and Bob
Blakemore's head appeared. All the
time the old "squatter" had been en
gaging the revenue men in conver
sation, Blakemore, who knew that
flight would be useless, was digging a
hole in the dirt lloor, and when he
had crouched down and covered him
self with the blanket, the boy, Jim, dis
covered that the sow was "all right."
—Arkansas Tnaoclcr.
A Trial or Horses at Heavy Palling,
In trials made not long ago at the
Illinois industrial university it was
proven that a pair of more than or
dinarily powerful farm horses, one
weighing about 1,250 pounds and the
other over 1,400 pounds, at a "dead
pull" drew 1,000 and 1,025 each. This
was done when the band was tight
ened so that the .straightening of the
traces gave the horses the benefit of
their own weight. With loose band
allowing the traces to rise naturally,
each horse drew 300 pounds less.
These horses were both well shod.
Another horse of about the same ap
parent strength as these, but unshod,
could only draw 675 pounds with tight
band. In each case the horse was
hitched to the end of a rope about 15C
feet long, having the benefit of the
stretching of the rope as a relief from
a "dead pull." The maximum strength
seemed to be exerted at each trial, all
the horses being accustomed to heavy
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NO. 47.
A faoe may be wuful white
To cover a heart that's aching;
And a face may be full of light
Over a heart that's breaking.
Tig not the heaviest grief
For which we woar the willow;
The tears bring slow relief
Whi< h only wet the pillow.
Hard may be burdens born.
Tho' friends would lain unbind them;
Harder are crosses worn
Wheie none save God can find them.
For the loved who leave our side
Our souls are well nigh riven;
But ah ! for the graves we find,
Have pity, tender heaven!
Soft be tt e words and sweet
That soothe the spoken sorrow;
Alas! for the weary feet
That may not rest to-morrow.
Advice to an egotistical blower: Shut
down your wind, oh!
Many a woman who does not know
even the multiplication table can
"figure" in society.
Many a young man who works hard
during the day allows his hands to go
to waist during the evening.
"I fill the Bill," said Willie, when he
got into his mother's preserve closet
"And I foot the Bill," remarked paps,
overhearing the soliloquy.
The tramp who scours the countiy
In search of some iood or pelf,
Would hardly e'er go hungry,
If he'd only scour himself.
"I wouldn't mind it so much," said
the gilded youth, "if he'd bring a dif
ferent bill occasionally. But I'm
lored to death with seeing the same old
Anthony Trollope said that an Ill
fitting shirt-collar would keep him
from thinking. This shows Mr. Trol
lope's eccentricity. An ill-fitting
shirt-collar will make the average man
think with great rapidity.
Nothing disgusts a young lover in
lavender pants so much as to find that
the piano stool he lias been occupying
for tho last hour has been used as a
"twister" at the children's eandy
pulling party the night before.
"Do birds think?" asks a writer in
opening a current article. If they do,
we would like to know what a canary
bird thinks of the fat woman who
stands up in a chair and "talks baby"
through the brass wires of its
While the arrangements were being
made for a party a few evenings ago
a young lady present innocently in
quired: "Is the invitation to embrace
the young ladies?" "Ob, no!" replied
a young man. "the gentlemen will
attend to that." And now the young
lady wonders what the young man
She was in the dimly-lighted recep
tion room of a city dry goods store;
and, walking up to a tall mirror placed
against the wall, remarked: "Why/
how came you here ?" Then, observing
some surprise, not to say amusement,
on the faces of the other occupants of
the room, she saw her mistake and
exclaimed in great confusion; "I
thought it was my sister; we're
Origin of Papa and Mamma.
An early instance which occurs to
me is in the "Beggar's Opera," (1727,)
where Polly Peachum, I think It is,
speaks of "papa." The modern change
from "papa" and "mamma" to "father"
and "mother" among the upper classes,
which began about thirty years ago,
seems to have been a reaction against
a custom which had gradually crept
in among persons of a lower grade.
As soon as common people's children
began to say "papa" and "mamma,"
those of higher grade were taught to
say"father"and"mother." It was among
my High church friends that I first
noticed this adoption of "father" and
"mother." One does not see the con
nection, but truly such is the fact.
When I was young, "papa" and "mam
ma" was universal among what may
be called the middle and upper classes
of society, and to this day, "ladies of
a certain age" still use these words.
King George 111, about the year 1762,
addressed his mother as "mamma ;"
so I find it stated in "Greville Me
moirs." But I do not think that
Charles 11, unless he was speaking in
French, ever addressed Henrietta Ma
ria by that endearing term, and I felt
tolerably sure that Lady Elizabeth
never called Henry VIII "papa." On
the other hand, I would observe that
"papa" and "mamma" are fast being
supplanted by the old original "father"
and "mother." For ten or perhaps
twenty years past children in the up
per and middle clashes have, so far as
my observation goes, been taught to
say "father" and "mother";" and
"papa" and "mamma," which are
words of extreme tenderness to those
of my generation, seem now to have
sunk into contempt as a "note" of so
cial superiority.